Библия - Псалтирь, псалом 9 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Chief of the choir. By the death of Laben. Psalm David.

I will praise you, Lord, with all my heart, to proclaim all your miracles.

I will rejoice and triumph about you, singing your name, Almighty.

When my enemies are turned back, they will rush and die before your face,

For you made my court and my lawsuit; You were sitting on the throne, the righteous judge.

You have borrowed to the peoples, destroyed the wicked, their name was erased forever and eyelids.

The enemy did not have weapons at all, and you destroyed the city; Their memory died with them.

But the Lord is forever; He prepared his throne for the trial,

And he will judge the Universe in truth, will make a trial of the peoples by innocence.

And the Lord will be a refuge in the oppressed, a refuge during sorrows;

And they will rely on you your knowledgeable name, because you do not leave those who seek you, Lord.

Sing to the Lord living on Zion, proclaim his work between the peoples,

For he collects for blood; He remembers them, does not forget the cries of oppressed.

Have mercy on me, Lord; Look for my suffering from those who hate me, you, who are offering me from the gates of death,

So that I will announce all your praises in the gates of Dachshi Zionova: I will rejoice about your salvation.

The peoples collapsed into the hole that they dug up; On the Web that they hid, their leg was confused.

The Lord was known in the court that He committed; The wicked is caught by his hands.

May the wicked to hell turn, all the peoples forgetting God.

For the beggar will not be forgotten forever, and the hope of the poor will not completely die.

Rise, Lord, may a person do not prevail, may the peoples judge before your face.

Pull, Lord, fear of them; Yes, they know the peoples that they are people.

For what, Lord, are you standing in the distance, hiding yourself during sorrow?

By his pride, the wicked haunts the poor: may they fall into the tricks that themselves fiction.

For the wicked boasts of the lust of his soul; The selfish man appears himself.

In his arrogance, the wicked neglects the Lord: he will not recover; In all his thoughts: no God!

At any time, his paths are disastrous; Your courts are far for him; He looks at all his enemies with neglect;

He speaks in his heart: I will not shake; In the clan and the clan will not be angry with me;

His mouth is full of curse, insidiousness and lies; under his tongue his torment and Paguba;

sits in an ambush behind the yard, kills an innocent in the hidden places; His eyes spy on the poor;

lies in wait in a hidden place, like a lion in a lair; lies in an ambush to grab the poor; Enough the poor, carrying their own on the Web;

Bends, adjacent, and the poor falls into his strong claws;

He says in his heart: God forgot, closed his face, will never see.

Rise, Lord, my God, ascend your hand, do not forget the oppressed.

Why does the unrequited neglect God, speaking in his heart: you will not recover?

You see, for you look at resentment and oppression in order to give your hand. The poor betrayed itself; Orphan you are an assistant.

Cross the muscle to the wicked and evil, so that to look and not find its wickedness.

The Lord Tsar is forever, forever; Gentiles will disappear from his land.

God! You hear the desires of the humble; Strengthen their hearts; Open your ear

To give the court an orphan and oppressed, but no more a person on earth does not frighten.